March, Mom and Sakura – a translation

This is the longest entry I'm posting on WP. It is a translation of a Hindi story by Geetanjali Shree, winner of the International Booker Prize. Her novel was translated into English by Daisy Rockwell, and the translated work "Tombs of Sand" also won the Booker Prize. This is the translation of one of her … Continue reading March, Mom and Sakura – a translation

Emotionally Secure

I have watched three generations and envy sisters who can be 4 am friends for each other at any stage in life. I don’t have a sister, so I made a feeble attempt to connect with a cousin. I had to beat a quick retreat as our mindsets did not match. She would keep reiterating … Continue reading Emotionally Secure

Breaking the Perfectionist Trap

I'm sharing a social media post from my IWD series. We know our enemies – patriarchy, gender bias, unequal pay, equal work and blocked opportunities. Let’s talk about the elephant in the room—perfectionism. We get carried away with being efficient, flawless, and consistently productive in defined arenas. If we slip up, we are consumed by … Continue reading Breaking the Perfectionist Trap

Apocalypse

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Gratitude

those who never knowrituals of Mother's Dayhashtag parent goalsfind appreciation inarms that hold tight, eyes well upwith love, unparalleled bliss What Do You See #276

Mediums

“The increase in divorce rates is scary”, sighed my mother. “I work in HR, Mom, and the attrition rates are scarier than that.” “Why can’t young people commit themselves?” “Their values are different. The medium that connects is fluid, and expectations keep changing.” “We were taught there are no options to go back. It made … Continue reading Mediums

Speculative fiction

She wakes up drenched in sweat to switch on all the lights. She touches Arnold to ensure he is there, and he is real. “Are you alright?” He mumbles something in a somnambulist state. “All these toys came alive to save us. A boat capsized and we were drowning.” Arnold has opened his eyes now. … Continue reading Speculative fiction

Cosying Up

As a local writers’ group member, I have the pleasure of frequenting a unique coffee joint known as Pagdandi Café. 'Pagdandi 'translates to 'pathway' in Hindi, a fitting description for this charming establishment. Pagdandi Café is a delightful blend of a bookshop and a coffee shop. Strategically placed at right angles to create an inviting … Continue reading Cosying Up

The Shadow

Why did I take so long to realise that the entity, a metaphorical representation of my inner struggles and fears, guiding and driving me through the convoluted paths was only a shadow? I presumed it was real and knew a lot more than me. It's a revelation that what I thought was real and knowledgeable … Continue reading The Shadow